Risalah Ar-Rahman

July 25, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "This morning I had a dream shown to me by Allah, I saw Prophet Muhammad riding his horse, and his face was extremely beautiful, and he said, 'Ride, Ruqhoyya...!' And I rode. We went forth, as if on a journey across the desert, I held onto the Messenger of Allah, he is my father. I can be with him whenever I wish; I do not dare erase these words because this is what I felt in my dream, and Allah would be angry with me if I denied it. I once received 'Surah Muhammad, verse 38,' and I sought forgiveness, I do not wish to be replaced due to denial and disobedience. I promise to sacrifice myself in His path. I accept the consequences of Allah’s statement. Only Allah knows best. I meet Prophet Muhammad whenever I wish in my dreams, yet I fear dreaming too much because I must share it. I asked Allah, 'Why am I called Ruqhoyya?' And Allah’s answer came through inspiration in the depths of my heart: 'Believe in My Words! I am Allah, Laa Ilaaha Illallah, I am Allah Who has the power to create the heavens and the earth and all that is hidden within the belly of the earth, and I am Allah Who creates the like thereof—and that is easy for Me.' We arrived at our home, and I dismounted with help from a brother at the desert home. And Prophet Muhammad also dismounted, and the brother took the horse to a corner of the house and tied it. He was gentle and kind, taking care of us. We gathered as three. Prophet Muhammad embraced our shoulders and walked toward the house, and I entered first. Prophet Muhammad sat upon his mat, made of clay and covered with woven palm leaves. I remember this place well. The brother excused himself. He was quiet and shy. I placed drinking water, and Prophet Muhammad drank from it. His face showed exhaustion and he appeared aged, yet still magnificent. I saw him as if deep in thought and weary after the journey. My dream felt like real life. Prophet Muhammad said, 'Sit near me, Ruqhoyya!' I sat close to Prophet Muhammad. I saw he was very tired; he leaned back, fanning himself with his turban. Prophet Muhammad said, 'Go east, my child—there you shall dwell. The glory of my Islam will begin there. And remain there! I will follow you later.' And I nodded. I said, 'How will I go there, O Rasulullah?' Prophet Muhammad said, 'Allah will deliver you there.' I thought, how can I go alone? Prophet Muhammad said, 'Go alone! I will follow you there; I will come, and your brother will come after that.' And I only nodded. It felt so sorrowful parting from Rasulullah, and I was commanded to go east—where is this east? I obeyed. 'Before you go east, go give thanks in Makkah, go to the sacred land, the Ka’bah. And give thanks there!' I nodded. I was sad, knowing I would travel alone. And I wept. Prophet Muhammad said, 'My child, know this! Your place is in the east—Allah’s House of Light is there. You will be safe; Allah will protect you just as He protects me.' And I wept. Wallahi, I weep writing this dream. We were to part. Prophet Muhammad said, 'Go first, but before that, give thanks at the Ka’bah in the Sacred House of Allah.' And I nodded. 'Remember! When the time comes, you will know, my child.' And I nodded, weeping. Prophet Muhammad wept and said, 'You are my child! You are my child. You love me more than you love yourself. You always obey me—so obey Allah! Allah will guide you, my child, and you will be guided to fulfill My trust.' And Prophet Muhammad wept; I also wept. Prophet Muhammad said, 'I will follow you, my child, when the time arrives.' And I nodded. I prepared to depart, and I bid farewell to Rasulullah. Rasulullah looked at me at the door as I left. I saw Prophet Muhammad weeping. And I also wept. I went alone, and I found myself in a vast desert— immense. I walked alone. I would go to Makkah first, to the Ka’bah. I saw the desert stretching endlessly; my only goal was the House of Allah, and I walked alone across the vast desert. I looked around—only sand. I walked alone across the wide, hot desert, yet I carried no bag or extra clothing. And I woke up. Wallahi, I remembered my dream from 2008—I walked across a vast desert. It didn’t feel like a dream; it felt real. I once told this dream to Pak Andi, a police officer, because he possessed spiritual knowledge (Ilmu hikmah) and was obedient to Allah, though he has since moved to Java to become 'Wakapolres,' and I’ve lost contact with him. He was a witness to all my events involving miracles from Allah, and we often exchanged astonishing experiences. He said, 'Don’t tell others about this, or they’ll say you’re crazy.' And we often shared experiences. I once told Nida Khadijah about the 2008 dream; she is also a witness provided by Allah." "This dream feels connected... I walked across a vast desert, as if heading toward a certain place. I didn’t know where—only endless sand, a hot desert. I walked toward Makkah. Strangely, the journey felt increasingly shorter, as if the earth were folded, and the distance became near. I didn’t know my destination. On that journey, a woman chased after me. She said, 'Give me medicine.' I answered, pointing upward to the sky, 'Ask Allah.' I continued my journey, ignoring the woman. And she chased after me again. Then she pursued me once more, showing a package in her hand, saying, 'Ask me for medicine...' Again I said, 'Ask Allah!' and I pointed upward to the sky, then continued my journey. I ignored the woman... And again, the woman spoke and chased me, holding a package in both hands. I answered, 'Ask Allah,' while pointing my hand upward to the sky, and I continued walking across the vast desert, ignoring her. Then my heart stirred—what was in the woman’s hands? I turned and approached the woman behind me. I said, 'Let me see what you’re carrying.' She opened the plastic she was holding and showed me the contents. I saw incense, lime, and ginger. I set aside the incense and lime, and took the ginger, saying, 'Mix this with sugared drinking water, or sweet tea, or plain water, and ask Allah,' and I pointed upward to the sky. And I continued the journey... Ignoring her again. Leaving the woman behind and continuing across the vast desert. I was heading to Makkah. And strangely, instantly I arrived in Makkah—as if Allah folded the earth—very fast and close. Whatever I thought of as my destination, I arrived there instantly, walking from house to house. I wanted to go to the Ka’bah, and it seemed whatever I said, I arrived instantly. Yet I thought, it’s not yet time to go to the Ka’bah; I might meet a neighbor who is on Umrah, and she would be shocked—I didn’t go with her—so I turned back home, and instantly arrived at my house. The journey was very pleasant. I woke up, and my dream ended. I felt as if I hadn’t dreamed, but had truly made a real journey." "Ramadan 2025 I dreamed I was walking among barren rocky hills on a winding path, people heading toward Makkah. I saw everyone in great haste. In the dream, I saw buses speeding toward Makkah. I grew tired and stopped along the way. I was at an open-air stall buying drinking water, and there was a woman also heading to Makkah. We both stopped and bought water. I asked, 'Is the Masjidil Haram over there?' And I pointed to the Masjidil Haram on the right. The woman answered, 'Yes, that’s the Masjidil Haram.' I said again, 'So close, and we’re not going? We could go back and forth since it’s so near.' And I was about to head toward Masjidil Haram. But in my heart I thought, 'Why isn’t Nida Khadijah coming? Why is Nida left behind?' And I felt I must go fetch her. I looked at my clothes. Why am I wearing sportswear? I’ll go get my clothes and Nida Khadijah’s. I’ll return to Masjidil Haram with her. And I thought, I should first see just how close Masjidil Haram really is. So I said to the woman, 'I must first reach Masjidil Haram to measure the distance, and I’ll buy clothes there—I have money—and I’ll point to the clothing shop on the left before Masjidil Haram.' And I told the woman, 'I’ll go fetch Nida Khadijah, but first I’ll reach Masjidil Haram to measure the distance of my journey.' And I thought, why didn’t I bring the blue abaya I left on that chair! I must go fetch my clothes when I fetch Nida Khadijah. And I woke up. My dream ended. Allah interpreted my dream and said, 'Open your dream from 2008! You went to Makkah and a woman asked you for medicine on the journey—and she was Khadijah. Indeed, she was left behind and you went alone. She is a woman who often asks for medicine from others besides Me. Go with Khadijah to Makkah and give thanks there!' I read the interpretation of the dream from Allah. The woman was indeed Nida Khadijah. Truly, Khadijah often said to me, 'Ask, Uni, for medicine!' And only now I realized—Wallahi, this truly happened in real life. And I would answer her, 'Just ask Allah, Ni! Recite over drinking water and ask Allah, just as we take medicine. And we don’t swallow it without first asking Allah, and consider the drinking water as our medicine—then pray to Allah.' Unintentionally, I often answered this way. And her husband suffered from stroke for years (may Allah have mercy on him and place him in the highest Jannah). Wherever people mentioned healing places, she would surely go, due to her strong devotion in caring for her husband who had been ill for years. And it was with treatments of lime and prayers—never did she think of shirk, only desiring that Allah heal her through any means of treatment. And Allah commanded us, 'Go to Makkah and give thanks! Ask forgiveness for the Ummah of Prophet Muhammad who have neglected Allah’s message.' That was Allah’s words. And I said to Allah, 'I have no money for tickets, O Allah.' Allah answered, 'I will fulfill your needs—fulfill My call!'" "Story before the dream: During one Ramadan, Nida Khadijah wept sorrowfully for having ignored her friend’s invitation to perform Umrah, and she felt regret after seeing her friend depart for Umrah. She invited me to go for Umrah. I was cooking in the kitchen when Nida Khadijah said, 'Ask Allah, Ruqhoyya, let us go to Makkah—I want to go to Makkah with you.' I hesitated, because tickets would surely be very expensive—at least 35 million. Reluctantly, I said, 'O Allah, invite us to Your House soon, O Allah.' Allah answered my words through inspiration in the depths of my heart: 'O Ruqhoyya! Go to Makkah immediately! You will soon arrive in Makkah.' And Nida Khadijah cried out in amazement that Allah had answered, and she prostrated in gratitude right in the kitchen, her heart comforted. I said, 'Ni, what about my ticket? Tickets are expensive. Right now I don’t have money, but in my heart I thought, let me save bit by bit. Umrah next year.' And I often thought I wanted to go to Makkah after being made a witness by Allah. Nida Khadijah replied, 'The important thing is Allah has answered. When we go is up to Him. And all of Ruqhoyya’s needs have always been with Allah—may unexpected provision come.' And I remembered various miracles from Allah. Even when I wanted to add rooms to my house for guests, when I began laying the foundation with whatever little money I had, guests for lodging suddenly became numerous and new guests kept arriving. Once, I had a simple house that, within one month, hosted new guests—but once construction finished, those new guests didn’t return, as if they vanished, and only the old guests remained. And many other miracles from Allah that I cannot count. And Allah interpreted my dream—that we should go to Makkah to give thanks. In short, Allah granted unexpected provision. One of Allah’s Witnesses sponsored my journey. That is Allah’s promise: 'I WILL TAKE CARE OF IT.' Allahu Akbar... And within one week after the dream, I completed all travel arrangements. Truly, Allah fulfilled His promise. HE IS THE ALLAH WHO HAS SPOKEN TO ME SINCE I WAS A CHILD. Since childhood, I have heard Allah’s words—whenever a relative from the village or my grandfather would come, Allah would announce it, and I remember clearly. ALLAH would say in my heart, 'Your grandfather is coming!' And I would bathe and wait on the porch, and the bus would stop, and my grandfather would get off. My grandfather was a king in his village, called 'Rajo Adil.' And when he passed away, Allah also announced it in my heart. And I feared hearing someone come to deliver news of death. Allah has always spoken in the depths of my heart since I was a child—only I did not understand it then. There was one incident in 2009, one night during my Tahajjud prayer, where I realized and became connected to Allah in prayer, and connected with the contents of the universe. And in July 2025, I dreamed: I was preparing suitcases to go to Makkah, and I was with Nida Khadijah. And there was another woman with us—I didn’t know who she was—but she was preparing her suitcase and always stayed behind us. She remained silent while I spoke with Khadijah; she said nothing. I saw her lifting her suitcase and preparing our luggage, as if we were traveling as three. Though Allah had commanded only two—Khadijah and me. And we arrived in Makkah. I was about to bathe—'You don’t have Riyal currency,' I didn’t have it, but Khadijah did. I said, 'I’ll buy soap—I don’t have Riyal money.' Nida Khadijah said, 'Later I’ll give you one Riyal.' And I thought, one Riyal is 4,000! Enough to buy a bar of soap like Lux. And we got ready, took out clothes and unpacked them. And I woke up. And I wondered—who was that one person? As if she joined us, silent like a shadow, yet she was present. Actually, before Eid al-Fitr we had already planned to go, but our visas didn’t come through. We waited for the promised date, but it was always postponed—something happened with the travel agent, month after month promising departure, until Eid al-Adha. I did not go with my neighbor’s travel agency because in my village I was accused of 'selling land to the travel agent’s relative for Umrah—even my yard.' I avoided involvement with slander, as much slander has been directed at me, though that place was where Allah commanded me to build a Thuba pool. Thus, Allah Most Great reveals what is true." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah